Notes from Home

By Dirk Greyson

While deployed on a covert mercenary assignment, Johnny doesn’t have much in the way of holiday cheer. But the mysterious notes from Dex that somehow appear in his bunk—reminding him of the gifts, cookies, celebrations, and most of all, love, waiting for him back in Wisconsin—help him get through the long, hot days. Will they be enough to keep his spirits up when the rest of his unit goes home to their families and he’s left alone?

A story from the Dreamspinner Press 2019 Advent Calendar "Homemade for the Holidays."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
• Release date: Dec 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781644052068

Dirk Greyson

Dirk is very much an outside kind of man. He loves travel and seeing new things. Dirk worked in corporate America for way too long and now spends his days writing, gardening, and taking care of the home he shares with his partner of more than two decades. He has a master’s degree and all the other accessories that go with a corporate job. But he is most proud of the stories he tells and the life he’s built. Dirk lives in Pennsylvania in a century-old home and is blessed with an amazing circle of friends. Facebook: www.facebook.com/dirkgreyson Email: [e-mail]

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

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Notes from Home

By Dirk Greyson

While deployed on a covert mercenary assignment, Johnny doesn’t have much in the way of holiday cheer. But the mysterious notes from Dex that somehow appear in his bunk—reminding him of the gifts, cookies, celebrations, and most of all, love, waiting for him back in Wisconsin—help him get through the long, hot days. Will they be enough to keep his spirits up when the rest of his unit goes home to their families and he’s left alone?

Chapter 1

COVERED IN sweat and tired as hell, I had little time to think at the moment. Surveillance patrols were the worst, much like a stakeout for the police back home: sit, watch, don’t be seen, and try not to be bored out of your mind. Our living areas were sparse, but they had a few saving graces: power and blessed air-conditioning. This was a basic fieldwork environment—serious, and at times our only refuge from an enemy whose purpose was to eliminate us, just as our assignment was to remove their scourge from the planet. We were part of the latest battle in a war that had raged for decades and would probably continue through my lifetime. As long as people wanted to forget their troubles for a while, there would be customers for what our quarry peddled. Still, right now, all I wanted to do was clean up and fall into bed, regardless of the fact that it was three in the afternoon.

The quarters were empty